| I can't stop these inconvenient tears as they run down my face and past my mouth to my knees. I don't even have to squeeze them out. They come in a rhythm now. One, two. One, two. One, two. My jaw hurts with emotion. And my throat is stopped up with the need to scream it all out. My fingers are shaking as I touch them to my mouth and taste the salt from my eyes. Why is this happening to me? It's bright in my room, the lights are on and there's the hum from the computer from beneath the music of a cheerfully morbid song as I type these words out to no one in particular. Ringing in my ears. I just want to be touched and loved and not alone anymore. Since when did being with someone signify the end of loneliness? For some reason... ...as damned as I am... ...I fear it won't change anything for me. The End |
| Story Based On Experience by: V |